Angelo was patient and silent while Pris was talking, watching the new classes for this upcoming school year. None of them looked all that familiar, but some of the names he had on file did. Some of these folks were direct descendents from the original Avengers lineup. Big names like Thor and Captain Rodgers. Despite his adjusted intentions for coming back this year, maybe he’d be able to learn his leadership fundamentals, help bring up another generation of heroes, and get his hero license higher on the boards.
Everything about the return to Mobius sounded like a win, except the repeat of Pris’ long ass speech. Honestly, if it were up to him, they’d skip the ceremony and just get the students and classes all setup. It seemed fairly clear that this sentiment hung around the room when Prism’s speech didn’t get the standing ovation he hoped for. They all just kinda dispersed. Ultimately, all this got from Angelo was a mental shrug. Only one or two kids clapped after the speech in his year, and they were really more out of pity than anything else.
So, with his duffel from home slung over his shoulder like a single strap backpack, Jello started for the dorms. A blue-highlighted skateboard formed at his feet and in his hand a lightcrafted tablet to check out his info feed. Then with a kick and push, he was gliding out.
Apparently he got the same room as last year; being in class 1C. Looking everyone over, it seemed like they had a pretty solid lineup. It seemed to be a pretty decent balance in terms of skills and power sets. What surprised him though, was that he was gonna be in class with the Stark sisters. He thought he actually walked past one of them on the way out here. She didn’t look lost, but rather that she was bothered by something. Well, it was only day one, if it persisted he’d ask about it maybe.
Though, he did look up and notice someone who did look lost. With the most interesting collection of braids and dreads on top of his head, the guy looked really confused. He was staring at a piece of paper from his packet as if he was trying to read hieroglyphics. It’d likely be in his best interest to help him out, so, Jello skated on up.
”Hey man, you doin aight?”The guy looked up at him but didn’t respond. His eyes were locked in and focused like he was trying to read Jello. He seemed a little defensive, but, Gel persisted.
”Are you lost? I know this place can seem a little intimidating on the first day.”There was more silence, but the dude’s shoulders eased up and he nodded. Looked like he couldn’t talk, or maybe he was just real shy. That’d kind of suck to have to break through, but if he was in Jello’s class, he’d try at least…
”Here, let me see.” He leaned a little closer, glancing at his keycard paperclipped to the page.
”Alright, so you’re in 1A. That means you’re gonna head north from here. Follow those guys. Once you make it inside, just look for a door with your name on it and you’re set.” Jello placed a hand on the dread-kid’s back and gestured to a small group of students walking in the direction he mentioned.
”If you need anything else, just find one of the teachers. Or, if you happen to see me again, just give me a shout out. The name’s Angelo.”The kid nodded as he understood, starting off to try catching up with the others. Though, he slowed down and looked over his shoulder.
“Johnny...and thanks.” Were his only two words before he went off.
Confronted with another mental shrug, he concluded that Johnny was a really weird dude. With that done however, Jello was just about to hop on his board and ride off. Except in the middle of his motion to do so, he noticed a figure coming to his immediate left in the corner of his eye. Stumbling in an attempt to stop himself from knocking into the person, his constructed board and tablet dissipated. A brunette girl had stomped past on her phone, complaining about something. Not everyone wanted to be here, he guessed.
Regardless of that though, he at least reconstituted his tablet, and noticed that his list refreshed. Looked like he was actually going to be roomed with a Michael. Seemed to have some connection with Deadpool. Well this sounded like it was gonna be a challenge. Though, that was gonna be the theme of his year. So, he started off for the dormitory. It'd be best to at least meet his collegues before tomorrow's activities began.
The smell of brimstone was already filling his new room, and if one didn't know any better, they would think there was a gas leak in here. Didn't seem to bother Dill much though as varying items started piling in from his old room.
For one, the bed that would have been his, was gone now. Dumped on top of the salvation army bin in a walmart parking lot. Did it belong there? Who cared; it was in the place that his Funko action figure army was meant to be shelved. On the wall above that cabinent, was a hammock, where he'd sleep.
It was on the trip to get his gaming computer though, that he thought he heard a familiar voice...Was that MeCheerYou? Noticing that she piggy-backed on one of his trips, he simply gave her a thumbs up when she said she had to grab somethings. Meanwhile, he heard some folks say "Dibs" kinda loud from one of the rooms in the 1D dorm, so, he went looking for one of his wall stickers of Dib from Invader Zim.
Just as he was going to port again to perform his greeting troll of his new teammates, an impact hit him in the back.--
BAb-AMF!?In the span of a second, he had ported twice. A hiccup sequence. At first he saw a room full of people, but then back to his room again. Dill mounted a three-point landing to the ground with his rolled up sticker in hand. Wondering what the heck crashed into him, he pulled down his headphones to hang around his neck and looked around. When he did, Dill noticed a bag on the ground. His tail swayed for a second as he tried to connect the dots, then it hit him. Oops!
BAMF!Porting back to the room with people, it looked like he accidentally dropped a damsel from the sky into a giant pretty boy's hands. An awkward toothy grin met his lips as he stood up straight.
"Heheh...Sorry about that bud. I dropped off the wrong passenger. He spoke quickly, dropping off the scrolled sticker on the ground to grab up MeCheerYou from the jock's arms. With that out of the way,
BAMF!Back in their dorm room, he dropper the girl off. Rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, his humored eyes shut wryly.
"Sorry about that! Didn't hear ya coming."
